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She said, "Preach on, Wayward Saint." And I did.
You may not know this, but my Father died in the Fall.
Even before his death, Fall was a heavy time for me. As an artist, I have always done my best work in the Fall. As the leaves turn and the skies gray, I feel myself going to my greatest depth. My soul begins to hurt and I begin to create to relieve the pain. It feels good. This year, I have felt overwhelmed at times. Completely unable to create. My guitars sit in the corner, their cases dusty and unopened. My computer sits dormant with no stories being written. Even my pads of paper are clean, without a doodle in sight. I'm not sure how to break this funk, but I am certain that the cage is one of my own making. One would think that if I built the cage I should be able to get out of it, but one would be wrong. This year, I have some things weighing on my heart that a song can't fix, a story can't explain, and a picture can't heal. There is no amount of self expression that can relieve the pain, and that's probably a good thing. I need this right now, and therefore I accept the pain and hurt and confusion as much as I wish it could be different. Hopefully by next year I will be healed and so happy that I don't feel that I have to write. For now, I'll listen to my old songs and stare at the leaves...
One of the rules is that Bourbon has to be aged in virgin barrels. This means a lot of used barrels getting used for other things... Like planters. (I caught Rusty spitting in these)
Did I like aging house K?
You bet I did!!! Did I mention that the entire grounds smell like sweet bourbon? This is a pic of me kissing a barrel of Pappy Van Winkle.
Inside the bottling house, these bottles are waiting for the goodness.
I don't remember what this thing did, but the sign was cool.
Rusty participated in the barrel rolling contest with a time of 24 seconds! They offered him a future job on the spot!
Josh had the days fastest time to the corner before getting hung up on the end lap. (23 seconds)
Yours truly had a pretty darned good showing, coming in third for the day with 20 seconds. (a time of 19.7 seconds was the winner)
This is Rusty and I at Buffalo trace. I told him he couldn't climb on it and five minutes later, some old ladies climbed up and took pictures. Thanks, grandma, for making me look unhip to my kid.
This is the famous "aging house k" where some of the greatest bourbons in history were aged. I got to see some barrels of Pappy Van Winkle single barrel that had been aging for 12 years already and weren't done.
The distillery is in downtown Frankfort, KY, which is strange. The town is kind of gross to be honest, but the grounds of Buffalo Trace are beautiful and have really cool old buildings and well manicured gardens. This water tower stands above it all.
I took the tour but didn't get to do Bourbon Bootcamp. Maybe next year!
I'll post more pics shortly!Sent from my iPhone